” “This isn’t your mom?” an officer would say showing a photo of my dead image.“That’s not my mom, that’s my dad.” My overworking imag...ination was thwarted when my captor asked for something to eat. He pushed me to the kitchen and had me make him chicken marsala, my own renown recipe from the menu.Twenty minutes of cooking and him undressing me with his eyes his dinner was presented. I was made to sit on his lap and feed him every bite and carefully tilt his glass up to his lips so he could. ..hypnotizinghe was really big and she really knew how to sucki smoe and he move to me ''im not sure...''''shhhhhh its ok i want to taste your cum white boy''she disarm me with her big tits in my face getting me out and she went down , i was only 6 she really made me disapear in her big black lipse around my cocki never felt that it was so good i didnt look at hi no more he stood up quietly and made me look , moaning from his wife sucking me i was mouth taken by his bbchis wife quick to take my. She suggested a trip to the Space Needle. I’d been there in the Summer of 1972 when I’d traveled with my family all over the western US, Mexico, and Canada, but thought it was a great suggestion. She asked about our return flight and I told her it was at 4:00pm on the 15th. I let Kara know that we’d land around 10:00pm Chicago time because of the time change going the other way.When we got to Jennifer’s house in suburban Seattle, her mom was waiting for us with tea. Kara and I both used the. She shuttered as I took her right nipple in my fingers, and when she felt the needle tip being placed on her nipple, she clamped her lips down on my cock. Nodding to the volunteers to clamp her arms tightly, I slowly pushed the needle through her right nipple. It was different this time; she opened her throat, but not to scream, to allow my cock to burrow into her throat. With my cock once again buried in her throat, I reached down and felt the stretched flesh; I could just barely feel the tip.